God grant that on my next vacation I may have this wish A fishing hole to soothe my soul and fill my supper dish It seems when I take my vacation so do all the fish Oh grant me this one vacation wish, merciful wish A fishing hole with lots of hungry fish
God grant on my next fishing trip I bring enough bug spray That always squirts and really works to keep those bugs at bay Of twenty bites, it's just not right nineteen were mosquitos Twenty bites and nineteen were mosquitos, mosquitos One lousy fish and nineteen mosquitos
God grant that I may live to fish until my dying day And when my final cast is made and life has slipped away I pray that your great landing net will catch me in its sweep And in your mercy you will judge me big enough to keep And in your mercy big enough to keep